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SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke freeSurely3 days ago in Free Verse

Onceyour beauty lies restless behind those
hills, where you fought valiantly. and
the man you once were was brave and kind,
but now you are possessed by a passenger
of darkness, whispering words of your
loneliness.

the man you once were is forgotten, and
the man you are today, is only a ghost, a
shadow, of what you were before.Once12 hours ago in Free Verse

HorsepowerHorsepower

There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly

-Cygam7Horsepower19 hours ago in Free Verse

nightmarethe foxes are at your bedside and singing--
feversongs,
songs of boiling thoughts
and broken muscles.
their lullabyes.
they sneak so quiet, and
somehow,
you can't quite
dream
anymore.nightmare3 days ago in Free Verse

Lost In ConfusionMy mind is spinning without a rest
emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on...

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A rollercoaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this ?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noisies echo in my minLost In Confusion3 days ago in Free Verse

FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tireFossilized17 hours ago in Free Verse

we are not a fairytalewe are not a fairytale.

I am not the strong lead with a heart of fire,
bones of steel, and eyes of vapid curiosity;
motivation seeping through
my every last intended action because
I was written this way

(the heroine falls only to rise again:
proverbial phoenix, burning out
because it is the cycle of my
life) and you, you are not

the beautiful travesty, perfectly composed
to strike me where I’m weak and
[almost]human, delicately woven
like the tapestry of my dismantling—
a subtle irony where somewhere, a writer
chuckles softly, understanding

we are blinder than church mice, born
in a makeshift world of darkness where
I&rsquowe are not a fairytale10 hours ago in Free Verse

ThousandA thousand times I've chased this light,
And a thousand times I've had it in sight,
But a thousand times I've let it slip,
A thousand more times and I would have had it.Thousand2 days ago in Free Verse

The skeleton in my closetI hid the skeleton of the herald of the Almighty in my closet

I stacked the washed-out bones on the white oak shelves

and stuffed his message in empty pickle jars

The holy feathers I kept though

Someday I will weave them in a new crown

I hope the Lord won't be mad I didn't choose thorns

but I want a headdress that has never been wornThe skeleton in my closet2 days ago in Free Verse

AsphyxiationI want to drag you to the floor,
and cover your mouth so you can't breathe,
Suffocating you
with my lips over yours
and feel your blood rushing through your skin.
Tear at the unnecessary garments
obstructing my roaming fingers
that can't seem to find your pulse.
Hands wrapped around your shoulders
that slowly make their way around your throat,
squeezing harder and harder to form bruises.
I will drain the air from your lungs
as I inhale all the delicious toxins
and flavors that play on your tongue
just so I can say
that I really did take your breath away.Asphyxiation2 days ago in Free Verse

silver dreams.i won't say a single thing
about what you and i did that night.
it wasn't anything bad, we were
made to do it.
but the way your tears fell down
in the shape of a cloud
and the pounding on the doors
told us the stars were calling.
more like the gates of hell, but
you think stars make the most delicate
corpses.silver dreams.13 hours ago in Free Verse

Fifty Shards: Light (11-20)11. Element
I'll make myself a home
an open dictionary
and try to drink
the words that have escaped me
hiding somewhere in my brain
or whispered in the silent ink
I'll make myself at home
with these words
in a diminishing vocabulary
that I used to be so proud of
but now struggle to put to the voice I use
and explain my fractured thoughts.
12. Right
What is right never changes, only what we know about it.
13. Safety
Can't be bought,
and has absolutely nothing to do with
cameras, motion sensors, or metal detectors.
14. Food
Dad always complains about the bananas
and how they don't look or taste right
"When I lived in Hawaii, I plucked them straight off the tree"
he likes to say. "You kids have no idea what real food tastes like
all the chemically processed junk you've been eating your whole lives."
Gee, thanks dad, that's awful sweet of you.
15. Dessert
Red velvet cupcakes
beckon to me from the plate
but I really shouldn't.
16. Value
If you wouldn't love itFifty Shards: Light (11-20)20 hours ago in Free Verse

note 59burning it was so
much better than
letting it burn menote 591 day ago in Free Verse

Gift: Let me soar high in the sky

Let me soar high in the sky

My beautiful feather's float in the air, the wind giving it a ride across the sky.

I didn't look at it going down, instead I looked up.

At the beautiful blue sky overlaying everyone on the ground. My feather matching its majestic color.

I am grounded, not on the ground, but on a branch.

I am not a human, I am a young blue bird.

Who dreams of flying. But I can't

I am too young to fly. My wings are too weak to help me fly, not even glide.

But that won't stop me from doing what we birds do best. Fly like no one can't fly in the sky.

I must know this life lesson for when I grow up.

I can fly to the ground aGift: Let me soar high in the sky2 days ago in Free Verse

The HourglassThe hour glass has begun,
You wait and watch the sands twinkle down,
Slowly the bottom fills,
As you watch it near,
The last gran of sand seems to disappear,
Where has it gone,
Where did it go,
Then you look closely,
As it slowly falls down,
As if time itself,
Has slowed down,
You wait there patiently,
Watching that one gran of sand,
Still falling down to the ground,
It seemed like a eternity has past,
As you watch this tiny gran hit the rest,
With a sigh,
You look at it with a smile,
Then you tip the hourglass back over,
Watching the grans of sand fall down again,The Hourglass2 days ago in Free Verse

BudtimeSolace night of springtime
In full moon and twinkling stars
With still air and cool atmosphere
Bringing forth a halcyon mind

Restful bedtime of prime
On plush bed and snug blankets
Next to the cracked window
Giving entrance to the numbed twilight

In sleep, buds bloom
Creating astonishing worlds of wonder
Exploding in stunning technicolor
Paving the way to greater imagination

White sky emerges over the horizon
Eyes flutter to the source
Tweets give the morning tune
The mind wakes

The typewriter clicks and snaps
Leaves stir in the breath of air
Sun rays glare off the glass pane
Such a writers delight.

Emerald grass rolls in waves
FingerBudtime11 hours ago in Free Verse

Fifty Shards: Light (1-10)1. Meet
I remember the day we met
the shy smile on my face
and the bemused one on yours.
2. Hair
I loved my curly "afro mess"
then hated it, wanted it straight
now I'm learning to love again.
3. Complexion
"Peanut butter baby girl" you said
"I love you so." But I
wanted chocolate skin like yours, mommy.
4. Sun
Shining warmth and sweet day dreams
5. Family
Noise, laughter, food, hugs, arguments, love.
6. Medicine
More sick than we were before.
7. Treatment
Give what you expect to get.
8. Abstinence
I can quit anytime I want.
9. Glass
As fragile as you are strong
see through promises and transformations
the disappointment of the fall
10. Arrow
Pierced my heart then quickly consumed
my mind, the bowstring pulled taut
and let the deadly arrows flyFifty Shards: Light (1-10)20 hours ago in Free Verse

A poem, by Wendy O. KoopaDaddy’s little girl…

Wanted nothing less than the world.

Heh. If only they knew…

What was the truth.

Why can’t things be the way they were before?

When I was the favourite?

And not that…

…That brat?

I get so angry,

That he gets what I deserve.

Ever since that runt entered the family,

I’m happy if Daddy even remembers my name.

I used to be the star,

I went so very far,

Got everything I wanted,

Even my own car.

Then he comes along,

Ruins my hard work,

All I want is for him to be…

Gone.A poem, by Wendy O. Koopa2 days ago in Free Verse

Last WordsA man once lived
Off by himself,
In a little tiny grove.

Now he was not the first,
Nor will he be the last,
But for now,
This grove is his.

Remenants from the past
Still stand,
Clinging and begging
To exist forever.

In a hopeless effort,
The man takes of the old,
Refits it,
Remakes it,
And makes it his own.

This man is not perfect,
Nor were the others.
He only tries his best.

As it were,
Tales begin and end,
The wind must die,
The man must fade.

Throughout his course,
The man made do,
Refitted and remade
All that he knew,
Leaving everything for another.

Death was a kind thing,
Entering with a knock
And a nod hello.

"Any last words?"
"Last Words3 days ago in Free Verse

Factual Side of FictionWhat is writing?
To a colorless mind, it’s just words.
To a naked mind, it’s just a story.
To a writer, there are facts behind fiction.
Facts as in the main character,
Or his/her supporting characters,
Being what the author is
Or was in their unforgiving past ¿
Hidden behind paragraphs,
Concealed behind sentences,
Masked behind words,
Buried behind every syllable,
And even blanketed behind the space.

By now, you may get the point.
But let me ask you,
What do you see underneath words?

¿ǝɯ ǝǝs noʎ op

Now, what do you see in plain sight?
A quote?
“May the odds be ever in your favor&rdquFactual Side of Fiction3 days ago in Free Verse

A poem, by Iggy KoopaMiddle child…

…I don’t care.

I’m crazy.

I don’t care.

Who’s got the throne? Who rules the Kingdom?

I’m not going to. And I don’t care.

Frivolous is what it is.

I’ve got more important things to do,

Than complain about who’s gonna be king.

Just let me experiment.

And do my own thing.

And you can all do whatever you want.

I’m indifferent.

This isn’t even really a poem.

Just give me a lab, my chain chomp… and maybe Lemmy to hang out with.

And I’m fine. And I’m happy.

…Oh… and no strait jackets.A poem, by Iggy Koopa2 days ago in Free Verse

Another day.
Waking up, full of realisation. ––another day.

Sitting up, blank stare, knees stretch, step, step, stop–-& you're looking in the mirror disappointed.
Tilted head, rubbed eyes, forced smile, smile gone. "Fuck" under breath, lowered Pj's, ass on rim, tinkle.
Heartfelt exhale, flush, wash, brush, spit–– & you're in your room getting ready.
Sleeve on, neck in hole, pants on, zip.
Cover up, mascara, blush, snap.
Screw open, capsules in hand, open faucet, glass filled, gulp.
Shoes on, hair untied, spritz, spritz, hair toss, bag on shoulder.
Door creaks, closes, stairs, bright daylight, squinted eyes.
Step, step, steAnother day.21 hours ago in Free Verse

LookLook Forward!
Don't stumble on the obstacles in your way.
Look Back!
See how far you have come.
Look Beside You!
Even if you haven't come very far, you have friends that will stay by your side no matter what.
Look Up!
The sky is always beautiful no matter what the weather.
If you Look Down, you narrow your field of vision.
You won't be able to see the sky.
You won't be able to see your friends.
You will feel like you won't be able to live.
If we just kept looking at the bad things, where would we be?Look1 day ago in Free Verse

Can't get over youI see you in flashes coming through my head,
you always believed I could make it through,
but I'll never be as strong as you.

I didn't deserve all your love,
as I hid somewhere my heart
as soon as clouds kept chasing
all we used to have.

I see you in flashes coming through my head,
and I wish I had not been such a craven,
because you deserved so much better
than me.

I'll never be as strong as you.
I can't get over you.Can't get over you1 day ago in Free Verse

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